Sheila stepped onto the bus and paid the fare. Then she made her way to the back and slid into the last seat by the window. At this time of night there were just a few riders. A young black guy more interested in his iPod than in her. Two middle aged white ladies gossiping at the front of the bus. And a stoner looking guy in his twenties in a camouflaged army jacket. As sheila sat down and the bus got moving the stoner popped up and came running back to her seat.
"Hey I'm Devon. Sorry you walked past and looked and smelled so good I just had to meet you. I'm Devon." He extended his hand and Sheila took it to shake it.
He had short messy blonde hair and a thin wiry mustache that looked like he had been trying to grow it since he turned 18. Despite it being dark out he was wearing some blue tinted John Lennon sun glasses.
Sheila laughed lightly "I'm Sheila."
Devon looked her over and said "I'm sorry, I'm usually not this big of a creep. But you are smoking hot." He leaned towards placing his hand on her thing and whispered "Hey man, do you get high?"
Again despite herself she laughed. "Well I don't, but the party I'm going to there will probably be some."
"Not like this shit yo." He cracked a crooked grin. "It's the kind of stuff that'll have you walking up to strange girls grabbin' on their thighs and shit." He looked down and noticed his hand on her thigh, "Oh sorry man."
Despite saying he was sorry he left his hand on her thigh.
"That's great guy, but I'm going to a party so didn't bring cash to buy weed." Sheila said.
Devon gave her another crooked smile. "We could, like, work something out if you want a bag. Or maybe just, well I could smoke you up before you go if you want to hang?" He gave her thigh a gentle squeeze.
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